If anyone has recommendations for any SBI/related fics where it's hero/villain au and sbi trio are villains, kidnapped tommy for whatever reason and are shocked when it's revealed that his hostage situation is actually better than how he was treated before. Like they give him 3 meals a day, warm clothes, and have hot water for showers or something and he's like "this is luxury can I stay forever?"
Ayo I saw your prompt thing.. What about 11 with philza..? (fatherly ofc not like romantic)
Hope
P! C! Philza x Reader & sibling! Tommy
Cw: Death, trauma, blood, death, violence, gore?, angst obvi. I keep switching between first pov and third so forgive me.
A/n: Everyone only has one life and the revival book does exist but it’s like an urban legend and Dream doesn’t have it.
Summary: Dream breaks free from prision and has one thing in mind, to seek revenge and lust for blood on his hands
Edited? Yes
After Wilbur was born Phil promised to leave it at one kid until he found Techno and adopted him into the family. But Phil placed his stopping point at two kids, but that quickly failed again when he found you and Tommy.
You were both babies, you were barely a year old with Tommy only a month old at best. Your village was raided and burnt down by pillagers. The village was one that Phil frequently visited to buy errands, so when he arrived, he only came run a quick errand but was met with a devastating scene.
Civilians bodies scattered around the village, bloodied and brutally slaughtered by pillagers. Houses burnt and broken down. It was a gruesome scene. Phil set off a search for survivors sending his crows to scout the area and search houses for any survivors.
House after house, all Phil ever saw was blood. Walking out of a house with yet another lifeless family inside broke Phil’s heart. The sight of the slaughtered children made him think about his own two boys back at home, his brain imaging a nightmare fuel scene, something he’d never want to witness with his own eyes. He searched more houses until a crow called for him. “Phil I hear someone in here this house but I can’t find anyone!” The crow shouted a few houses down where the male stood.
Quickly, he rushed to the house, walking in he was met with another bloody scene. By the door was a male, his (h/c) hair dirtied with his own blood as he laid on the floor, a chair beside him which Phil assumed was used as a weapon but intimately fail due to the mans outcome. He sighed before turning his attention to the crow, “Where’d you hear the noise?” Phil asked the crow as they sat on a broken window sill before they stood up and flew over to the top the stairs heading up to the second floor. “Up here.” The crow answered. Phil silently followed hoping for some survivors, he’d hate himself if he couldn’t save at least one person, he hoped he wasn’t too late.
Walking down the hall he looked through every door listening for any noise, but the house was dead silent, “…a…” he stopped walking, it was a faint voice and sounded muffled. His ears picked up the noise coming from a room at the end of the hallway, the door cracked open a few inches. As he got closer he could see a wooden sign hanging on it. He could make out the words on the sign as he grew closer. Two names painted on the wood. The top one read ‘(yn)’ and below it read “Tommy” next to the names had a heart next to each one.
Pushing open the door he was met with a heart wrenching scene. It was a nursery, toys broken and battered scattered around the room, two cribs with one knocked over and the other shifted out of place, a rocking chair knocked to the floor, some clothing scattered on the floor they were most definitely infant sizes, and in the middle of the room laid a woman’s corpse. Her blonde hair sprawled around the ground and her face, she laid on her side allowing Phil see the the side of her face, her blue orbs dull and lifeless with blood spattered tainting her skin and blond locks. She lied on a colorful rug which was now soaked with her own pool of blood. Phil noticed the placement of the rug seemed to be off. The top of the mat where her head laid was bent upwards exposing the bottom of the mat with her hand was laying on the top corner like she was lifting it up. Upon examining closer he saw line in the wooden floor that disappeared underneath the rug. It almost seemed like… a hidden door way to secret compartment within the floor…
“Ma!” The voice came back again, it still sounded muffled but was more clear to hear now, it was high pitch and sounded like a baby! Gasping Phil rushed to the floor carefully but hastily moving the rug along with the mothers body. As Phil dragged the run away it revealed the lines to be an entire door just as he thought. He spotted the handle which was a sliver ring handle before looping his two fingers through and pulled it back. The wood creaking had echoing through the silent house, as he lifted the door. His blue eyes met with two tiny but big pairs of eyes. One the same colored eyes like his bright like the sky and (e/c) eyes that shined just as bright as the other. “Ma!” The tiny voice called out to Phil. He gently set the door down to the ground letting the sunlight shine into the hidden compartment. Phil releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding as he stared two small infants who stared back at him with such curiosity and no idea of what surrounded around them. The noise was coming from you, calling out for your mother who was only a few feet laying lifeless from you but you could see due to the height of the compartment being a few inches taller from where you sat. You were looking up at the stranger with long blond hair , a green and white bucket hat, a green kimono, and a pair of huge beautiful raven wings that shined with as bright as the sun that peaked through your nursery through the window. You and Phil stared at each other, you seemed to be a only a year old or close to a year, your hair was shoulder length and looked so soft, and your clothes dirtied from dust and dirt that laid within the mini safe space, but you were laid in a bassinet big enough for you and another little baby you lied with. It was a boy. He was clearly a new born, his teary eyes looked back at Phil in awe, his rosy tear stained cheeks mushed together as he grinned, quirking around in the blankets that covered you both with some more blankets surrounding you two.
Upon close examination both infants wore their pajamas with their respected names on them, with that he quickly learned you were (yn), the oldest and the youngest was Tommy. Both babies stared at Phil in awe as he stared back with a sympathetic look in his eyes until a smile etched both of your faces, Tommy let go of the blanket from his tiny grip and reached out towards Phil, giggles erupting through the room. It didn’t take him long to realize that the children were both amazed with the crow that flew into the room and gracefully landing on Phil’s shoulder. The bird stared back at you amazed and thankful to see there were two survivors, flying down the crow latched onto the end of the bassinet near where you sat, you started back in shock not moving as the crow started back at you mocking your confusion with a simple head tilt. A smile came to your face again reaching out for the bird that was two times your size, your tiny fingers grazing it’s black feathers, the crow bowing it’s head down into your hand nuzzling it’s head into your palm. Phil smiled at the interaction feeling his heart strings tug.
As much as he didn’t want to, Phil couldn’t resist the urge to take the two infants and adopt them as their new father. He had agreed to stick with only two kids, Wilbur and Techno were already enough for him, and he could find a family to take the two and raise them, together of course we wouldn’t want to separate them, but it didn’t seem right for to not take them as his own, besides how could he resist them?? They were so cute and- Omg Tommy’s reaching out for Phil while (yn) and his crow were bonding which was a sight to see. He can’t let these two slip away from him.
So selfishly without a second thought he stood up and began searching for the needed materials he’ll need if he’s gonna bring them home, before that he should get their mothers body out of here, he doesn’t want them to see this. Bringing out her body, Phil had laid her down beside the father in the living room and placed a blanket over the couple. Staring at them for a few seconds in sympathy he kneeled down at their feet. “I promise I will take care of them, I’ll protect them and make sure they know about you. I promise they’ll be safe with me,” Standing up he left to receive the infants and all their belongings, making a mental promise to himself and the children’s parents.
“Next time if they need saving, I won’t be late.”
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The moment Phil received the news that Dream had broken out of prison his heart dropped.
His crows were swarming the man screaming. “Dream’s escaped!!!” “Dream got out!!” “Where’s Tommy?!!?” “Where’s (YN)?!!”
Tommy and (yn) had set out to go mining early morning that day, it was noon and the two still weren’t home. He hoped they back on their way home right now or with someone to protect them both from dream, since the man made it obvious he had it out for his two youngest. Seeing how traumatized Tommy was a the sight and mere mention of his name. And how (yn) always pushed his buttons by standing up to him, defending Tommy, making it obvious you don’t see Dream as as a ‘god’ and refuse to let him control you. You were just like Techno.
Phil was quick to send out his crows to search for the two teens before he went to go search for them himself too. He ran towards the portal and entered following the trail to the portal that sent you to the mainland, he hoped to find the teens on the way to the portal but to no luck. Going through the portal he had arrived and saw his crows flying around calling for (yn) and Tommy. Unfortunately this had alerted the one person they were trying to save the teens from, alerting the man that two certain teens were around the area.
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Tommy and you had decided to finally head back home to Phil, but instead of taking the short cut through the nether you decided to head home the longer way, you both wanted to stop by the lake to skip rocks and clean off your dirt covered faces. Which had meant passing by the prison.
The moment the huge building came into view, you and Tommy had unknowingly gotten the same gut feeling, telling you both to just go through the portal, but neither of you said anything to each other and kept on walking past the prison and into the forest. Your gut feeling had sent an unpleasant tingling behind you, while Tommy had shivers sent down his spine. Unknowingly you two walked closer together as your nerves failed to calm down.
“TOMMY!! (YN)!!!!”
A distant voice called. Tommy and you had froze, standing still and quiet, the only sound of leaves rustling in the trees by the gentle wind. You turned around, having your back towards Tommy as you looked around the forest, “Did you hear that?” You whispered to Tommy only to receive no response from your brother. Confused from his silence you turn to him when you heard him take a sharp breath in, his hand reached out and gripped your wrist. His grip was tight you could feel how shaken he was, you had looked up to his face and saw from his profile view, his eye was wide with terror and his jaw tight. “Tommy..” you grew nervous calling out to your brother before following his line of sight, all you saw was a flash of orange before you were suddenly tackled to the floor, the force of the sudden weight on you forced you to collide with ground painfully in a flash, causing the wind to knock out of you. You had gasped before grunting, something sharp had jabbed through shirt on your lower left abdomen, the pain became unbearable when it was twisted and nudged deeper into your skin. An agonizing scream ripped from your throat, tears stung your eyes as you gripped your left hand on the persons hand that was digging the dagger into your abdomen, while your right hand tried pushing the person off you by their chest. A ragged laugh erupted from above you, you’d recognize that laugh from anywhere. Your eyes shot wide open finally revealing your attacker. Dream. He escaped prison? How?
Tommy stared at the sight of Dream above his you with his dagger in your abdomen. He wanted to help but he was terrified to get near the man who tormented him for days on end. He made him live each day in fear of running into him. He was scared to die but if he didn’t help you he’d never forgive him self. “TOMMY!” You cried out again the pain in your voice finally got him to snap and move his body. Bringing out his pickaxe Tommy ran while yelling out as he approached the man. “FUCK YOU!” He screamed out, Dream let his guard down luckily so Tommy swung the pickaxe diving it straight into his shoulder blade.
Dream cried out as he fell off you, his tight grip on the dagger forced the weapon to come out of your abdomen cutting you more. The pain grew worse as you rolled onto your side, feeling the blood gush out of you at an alarming rate. Tommy kneeled down beside you eyeing your shirt soaked in dark crimson which grew bigger. “(YN)!!” He cried out. Dream took out the pickaxe grunting in pain before he took the weapon in his hand and swung the non-sharp side at Tommy, hitting him in his temple before the boy could act. He knocked Tommy out cold with blood seeping from his temple.
Watching your brother get knocked unconscious next to you, you reached out for him until you heard dreams laugh and felt you body being pulled away from him by your ankles. “TOMMY!” You cried out in pain feeling your wound scraping on the dirt ground. With force you were harshly turned onto your back, your head smacked against the ground. Groaning you tried getting up until a foot was dug into your chest causing your breath to run short. Dream shifted his weight onto your chest until a loud crack came within you, you screamed in pain as your ribs began cracking under his foot. Dream laughed at your scream and cries as he stared at your face cringing in pain trying your hardest to fight him off you to no avail. Finally he steps off your chest before kicking your side rolling you farther away from Tommy. Landing on you stomach you tried to move your arms to get up but with no strength left and the pain pushing through your body it was impossible to move let alone breath properly with your crushed ribs poking your lungs.
“Hrnnng..” a grunt came from Tommy as he began to come back and slowly got up. “Tommy…!” Your raspy voiced tried to yell out for him. Dream chuckled walking over to you, you tried crawling away but he once again stepped on your back this time with his foot on your lower spine. “(Yn)… (YN)!!” Tommy frantically looked around til his eyes landed on your frail body being stepped on by Dream who loomed over you. “LET THEM GO!!” He shouted getting up to walk towards you, until Dream kneeled down, grabbing your hair at the roots pulling your head up to look at Tommy, tears falling down your face. Dream pointed his dagger straight at your chest hovering over your heart. “One more step closer and I’ll put this right through their heart.”
“No! Please don’t!” Tommy cried out.
“TOMMY!!! (YN)!!!” A familiar voice called out to you two from the distance, an all to familiar voice that made you feel hope of being saved. “PHILL! HELP!” You and Tommy cried out with all your might despite your lungs screaming out in pain.
Dream growled at the name of their father, of course he was looking for them, how about leaving him a little surprise. A smile etched onto his face and without thinking he thrusted his dagger into your chest. You breath hitched as you crunch and gush sounds of skin breaking eches into all three of your ears.
“NOO!” Tommy yelled out running towards Dream shoving him off you taking you into his arms. “(Yn)!!!” You cried out in pain, gripping onto Tommy’s arm. Tears began trailing down Tommy’s face. “Your going to be ok (Yn)! Dad’s on his way!” You couldn’t answer, coughing and wheezing in pain as you gurgled on blood that was now seeping out of the corners of your mouth. Dream got up, Tommy’s pickaxe in hand, his face seething in anger and began approaching the two of you. Tommy saw him approaching but didn’t bother to fight back, if you die he wants to go down with you, he can’t go one without you.
“It’s time I give Phil his repayment, I was hoping to prolong this entertainment but looks like the big bird is here.” Dream spoke glaring at Tommy gripping g the axe this time with the blade facing forward. He stopped only a feet away from the siblings before raising the pickaxe aiming for Tommy’s head, Tommy braced for impact as you tried your best to shove him away to save him from the hit as you grunted in pain, but to no avail, Tommy hugged you tighter pulling your body to his using his body to protect you. The axe almost made contact till his vision was blocked out from sudden blobs of black swarming his face, claws began scratching at his at his face and skin. A herd of ‘caws’ sounded out till more and more caws came and surrounded the man. Black feathers surrounded Dream causing him to drop the axe and swung his arm around while the other Shielded his face.
Tommy looked up at the sounds, his eyes widened as he saw dozens of Phil’s crows swarming the Dream, scratching and pecking at his skin with their claws and beaks. You stared in awe seeing a flock of murders, who were all usually cowards, very little were bold enough to fight with majority of them were too scared, or too soft to fight anyone, let alone Phil, Dream, and Techno. “(YN), TOMMY!!” Phil’s voice filled your ear, you smiled knowing he arrived on time before you go. “phil…” you chocked out, your voice weak and a faint smile etched on your face. Phil had finally came into view his eyes widened seeing Tommy’s teary eyes and your bloodied state, barely hold on. His attention was brought to the most wanted criminal who was crying out being swarmed by chat.
Dream lay on the floor desperately trying to fight off the murder of crows attacking him. Phil already knew the birds were protecting his two kids, unfortunately they didn’t arrive on time seeing yours and Tommy’s state, Phil began to feel dread. Was he too late again. No! He hoped he wasn’t.
Turning his attention back to Dream, Phil’s gaze went dark, his bucket hat sending a shadow over his eyes. He brought out his netherite sword into his hand and approached the man. Chat felt his murderous aura and flocked away giving you three a view of his Bloody body. Dream’s dirty blonde hair was dirtied once again with blood from his scalp, parts of his face, arms and torso missing little chunks of skin and all scratched up that was now gushing out blood and staining his clothes with ripped holes.
Dream breathed out in relief from no longer being swarmed but his relief was short lived when he noticed a familiar shadow with a set of wings loomed over him. “Oh shit…” he breathed out looking up from the ground and was meet with the two siblings. Tommy crying, heartbreak evident in his cries as you lay in his arms on deaths door. Dreams heart dropped. He knew he was in deep shit now.
“Look at me you fucker.” His voice deep he almost growled his words out. Fear coursing through Dream’s body as he heard the ‘shing’ of a sword being unsheathed. Dream reluctantly looked up to face the father of the two ducklings he decided to torment, finally facing the consequences of his actions. Giving the angel of death a nervous smile as he supported his upper body with one arm, and his other shielding his lower face covering his mouth, his quivering fear evident of his arms as they shook. “P-Phil hey look. I-I didn’t mean to- I panicked a-and-“ he was cut off with a quick shaken inhale as Phil’s sword was thrusted forward and harshly protruding his neck. The tip of the weapon snugged into his skin by 2 centimeters. Dream was silent, restraining his body and voice from clinching in fear and shouting in pain fearing the sword will impale his artery with the slightest flinch. “Give me a good reason why a shouldn’t kill you.” Phil spoke, if looks could kill Dream would already drop dead and become a feast for his crows. “Look it was an accident I didn’t mean too. I didn’t mean to stab them, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to kill them Phil! I was just trying to teach the kids a lesson for-” he was cut off as Phil’s jaw tightened and gripped his sword tighter, the sword digging ever so slightly into his neck.
Tommy looked at Dream the same, his anger staring to bubble and overflow,all those times he was all cocky, all high and mighty, claiming that he was a inferior, like he was god himself, but now here he is. Pleading for mercy, sounding pathetic, cowering in fear like a kicked puppy and shaking like leaf. What a sight to see. He was finally getting a taste of his medicine.
Phil was quiet. Too quiet. He didn’t answer Dream, keeping everyone, but mostly Dream, on edge. What felt like minuets Phil pulled his sword away from the males neck, a little trail of blood already making his way down his collar bone. Tommy grew confused, what is he doing?
Dream had visibly loosened up his shoulders falling. He exhaled dramatically, letting out shaken laughs with a nervous smile plastered of his face. “Phew! Haha… I though for a second there you were gonna- EH!” The sound of a violent ‘WSH!’ Echoed and the sound of flesh almost cancelled out from the sword being swung. Dream let out gurgled gasps. His hands swinging to his neck, the deep slash gushing out large amounts of blood, some splattering onto Phil’s shoes. Dreams blood spilling out like a shower. Falling over the the ground on his side he reached his bloody hand towards where you and Tommy were but it was futile. Phil had walked over him and approached you both. Looking past his shoulder he stared down the bleeding out man. “A life for a life am i right?” He said before turning his back on his and leaving him to die out.
Turning back around Phil saw the state you looked to be in as his heart dropped, “My baby…” He ran to you both, kneeling beside you and taking you in his arms. He brought his hand to you cheek, tears began to cascade down his face. You softly smiled despite the blood seeping from your mouth, bringing your hand up and caressing you fathers face. “I’m so sorry.” He whimpered out. “It’s… ok…” you were struggling to talk. You eyes were growing heavier by the second. “I shou…ld’ve…. been m-more… careful… and fou-fought.. better-“ you were cut off by Tommy. “Don’t say that you were amazing, I should be sorry. I was too scared and all I did was stand there and watch!” He cried out. “It’s… my job to protect you…. Don’t be… sorry. Don’t… ever blame… yourself. Or. I’ll haunt you…” Tommy shook his head. “Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, we’ll get you back to Techno’s and we’ll heal you.” You stopped him and held his hand with your other hand. “Tommy. I’m.. not gonna make… it.” You breathed out tears falling down all three of your faces, Dream cries of pain were being drowned out by you all focusing on each other. “I will always… love you both…, don’t… ever blame your selves… take care of each… other.. and take care… of Techno too…” you said. Your arms finally gave up resting on your stomach but now keeping one of their hands in each one hand each. “I’m gonna sleep… now. Good night.” You breathed out. You body seemed to grow heavier in Phil’s arms, he swears he could feel the moment you heart stopped beating on his arm that laid beneath you. Taking a deep breath in Phil raised his head and gently set you into Tommy’s arms, as he gladly took you into his and held you close to him, continuing to cry out for you.
Phil held onto both you and Tommy as tears cascaded his face, his heart breaking into a million pieces. The crows surrounding the small family held their heads down in guilt for not making it in time to save you, tears of their own rimmed to their eyes and fell.
Phil broke his promise, the promise he made to your parents and the village he failed to save because he was too late, now he failed to save you.
A/n: I wrote this at 2am don't blame my sleepy ass brain. I'm going to try to get chapters out as quick as possible for everyone. This isn't the best of my writing, but don't blame my 2am brain.
Chapter info: Mentions of a harsh family (reader), Mentions of yelling, an alcoholic biological father, small detail of a poor biological family, hardly anything to worry about, lowercase intentional
Pronouns: Mainly You/Yours, mentions of They/Them
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you'd gone out for a while with a few of your friends, wanting to get out of your shitty family home for a bit, and catching a ride from one of your friends. little did you know that you would end up at a house in the snow and no way of finding yourself back at home.
you'd always struggled with your family. they never got along with you a and you never got along with them. they would blame you for things you never did and you would disappear for hours without them having a clue where you went. and doing this always meant you getting grounded for weeks on end, the easiest the punishments being used on a seemingly harmless doing. your dad was an alcoholic, always had been, and there was no way of changing his actions. your family was quite poor and you'd never had a problem with bullying, because you picked up work for a friend and gained your own money and bought your own things, so no one ever knew about the insides of your family.
and now you had found a rather tall man, a mop of curly brown hair stuck underneath a red beanie, chocolate brown eyes, a faded yellow sweater and a pair of black jeans. you could only guess he came from the family everyone in town talks about.
the sbi home. no one knew what ever happened there, but what was told, was always positive, leading people to believe they were a caring family. and that's what you thought at the moment.
the man had walked you to your home, dropped you off, and had invited you over to his family home for lunch the next day. but his experience wouldn't go unnoticed by his family at all.
"i overheard that they were nineteen. she's got a fake id and a nose ring," he'd spoke at the dinner table that night, and everyone seemed to agree that you were an absolutely amazing human being.
you'd arrived for lunch the next day, and who you assumed was the father opened the front door, holding his arm out behind him and letting you in. and this was the first glance you got inside the home.
it was fairly nice. the kitchen had an array of white and grey tiling throughout it, the living room had a wonderful beige carpet laid down and the dining room, in which you were currently standing, had a beautiful wooden floor. you couldn't help but relish in the coziness of this home.
over the period of lunch with the family, you'd learnt that the name of the man who had walked you home yesterday was william, or wilbur as he preferred. his younger brother who, on first glance, always wore a baseball tee, and had blonde hair in a similar style to wilbur's, was tommy, or theseus, as the eldest brother, techno, calls him. and techno, to you he was the nicest of the bunch. he had dusty pink hair, braided and perfected by his mother, or father, you didn't really know. he wore a cape and had an assortment of rings placed upon his fingers. techno was much more inviting to you than many of the others were. the fathers name was phil, or philza as his children called him. he had hair similar to techno's, just not as long, and more of a blonde. he wore a green and white striped bucket hat, and had a cape similar to techno's, but green. now you could see where techno got his sense of style from. and their mother, who's name you learnt was kristin from the brothers, wore a large, black hat, with a lace trimming. she wore a stunning black dress that fit her frame perfectly, and she looked like she was crafted from the heavens above. phil was a lucky man.
at the table, they had learnt that your family life was shitty, and was not the best for you. you had expressed this the best you could without getting emotional, only a few tears slipping down your face. the stories of the parents adopting one of tommy's friends, tubbo, or toby, was getting your hopes up far too high. but they'd decided that you would be a nice addition, as you got along really well with them, and had a sort of sibling connection with them already.
you were ecstatic to say the least, and phil had walked home with you to help pack your stuff and bring it back. the extent of your packing were a few necessities such as clothes, toiletries, and a few others. you wanted to leave as much behind as possible, as to not be reminded of such a time with your family, and you knew you would most likely be able to have more stuff there at the sbi home.
you unpacked fairly quickly, and learnt you had to share a room with techno, him having an extra bed and a larger space to fit two people. you were so delighted to find that out, already having the strongest bond with techno at this point in time. and it seemed he was happy as well. you'd already established territories with techno, and you'd brought a folding barrier so you could have privacy when doing stuff on your own.
and later on that night, everyone decided to throw a bit of smoke into the night to welcome you. they learnt more about you and you learnt plenty about them.
wilbur plays the guitar and is a musician at this point in time, tommy has a very close bond with tubbo, and has low blood pressure, and techno is an earlybird, which won't clash with either of your schedules.
and you got let in on a joke.
phil had sex with a samsung refrigerator and had his sons with it. wilbur had sex with a salmon and had a fox son named fundy, who you had yet to meet. and techno had voices who rattled his brain throughout everyday.
and as you fell asleep that night, techno having read his greek mythology book to lull you to sleep, you heard faint yelling, not sure in which tone.
If the 3 kids who have passed are with Mumza cause screw Celestia-, then what if Wilbur can visit Mumza because limbo just sucks in general and is just surprise with the sudden appearance of 3 kids.
Now what if he starts to hang out with them because it reminds him of Techno, Tommy, & Reader when they were kids-
This is probably just a personal headcannon cause I'm OBSESSED with sibling reconciliation.
- Gingko Anon
A Brother’s Lament
Summary: What if C!Wilbur meets the people of Teyvat who died and sided with his Twin Sister? What if C!Wilbur got out of his limbo and meets his Mom?
WARNINGS: ANGST, MENTIONS OF MANIPULATION, MENTIONS OF CHARACTERS DYING AND SPOILERS OF THE DREAM SMP PLOT AND READER”S PAST WITH THE SBI AND DREAM SMP!
Note: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO FINISH BUT I COULDN'T HELP BUT TRY TO MAKE THIS A ONESHOT TWT
FORGIVE ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING IN THE LORE IT HAS BEEN A WHILE AND IM TRYING TO REMEMBER SOME OF IT! AND I HOPE I GOT C WILBUR PERSONALITY CORRECT TWT
BUT THIS STORY IS UNFORTUNELY NOT CANON BECAUSE THIS IS JUST A WHAT IF ONESHOT SO I APOLOGIZE TWT
(A bit spoilers from Reader's past or this is center around C!Wilbur 👇Sorry if I made Wilbur OOC I tried my best to make him in character TwT However there are spoilers from the Dream smp Lore and I made up a bit of Mumza’s lore since I wasn’t able to get all her lore so sorry DMSP/MCYT FANS! TAT)
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
God, Wilbur doesn’t even know how long he has been stuck in the Jubilee Limbo Train. He had told his father to stab him, leaving many broken hearts with his death. Among those with broken hearts were his younger brother Tommy, twin-king Technoblade, and his only sister (Y/N). No matter how many times Wilbur tries to find a way out of the limbo, he always finds himself back on the train, or in its waiting area. He bashed his head on the walls, punched the floor, and the walls, and even resorted to scratching it. Nothing came of it, earning screams from him until his throat went sore, his lungs begging for more air. Wilbur did so many things to get out, but nothing changed.
He was forever stuck in the limbo that he has.
Wilbur chuckled tiredly, leaning against the pillars. His brown hair becomes messier even underneath his beanie, his eyes are puffy but his previously sore throat is healed, but that should hardly matter when he’ll end up crying out again. Wilbur wished he could drink, but the subway didn’t have any available. The only thing they had were dark silhouettes, nobodies. He sighed, rubbing his eyes before picking up his guitar. Being the only person, the only corporeal entity in the room felt calming in its own right, but at the same time, it was unnerving. A bit of music would help. As he prepares to play, memories flood his thoughts as a melody rings in the air.
Wilbur stops his actions, looking over to see his sister returning his gaze as she hugs a crow doll close to her. “Dad’s asking if you want any snacks. He and Techno brought a lot from the hunt.” Wilbur bites the inside of his cheek, refraining from bursting into rage towards his sister. His father is once again playing favorites, and it’s obvious just who it is.
Why does Techno get to go? What about me? Or (Y/N)?
He snaps back to reality. “S-Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” You hummed, walking towards him when a question came to mind.
Wilbur plays his guitar, testing out different tunes before abruptly stopping once you asked him out loud. “Are you jealous of Techno?” Wilbur stutters in his response. “W-What do you mean?! Uh-” He quickly looks towards you, flabbergasted. “You look at Techno weirdly and pick fights with him.” you bluntly responded. Wilbur is your brother, he knows you well. The curiosity of a child can only lead them so far and bring them responses that may not satisfy them in the least.
“Why do you wanna know anyway?” He asked her. You shrugged. “Just curious, considering you are the type to get jealous if none of us gave you attention.”
“I don’t get jealous.” He says back to you. You huffed in response. “Yes, you are! You didn’t like it when Techno was playing with me or sparring.” Wilbur turned red before looking away, eliciting a snicker from you. The silence taking hold of the room blends with your soft humming, a lullaby sung by their mother in the comfort of their home. Their mother hasn’t been joining her husband out hunting, let alone leaving her room for a long period of time. Her pregnancy restricted her and kept her from doing what she used to do.
“If I say no?”
“Then you are a liar. Simple as that.”
You earn nothing but a sigh from your brother until he asks: “If I say yes?” You looked at him, staring in contemplation and processing the question before breaking into a sprint. The look of shock and excitement on her face evidently made Wilbur leap from his spot. “Dad! Wilbur is jealous of Techno!” You yelled out, your older brother on your trail.
A wonderful family can only last so long in a world like this. The first rift caused the family to crumble to the moment Kristen succumbed to an illness cursed upon her. Such silence had taken over the once happy and lively household.
Wilbur groaned, turning around and seeing you stand there, arms folded on your chest. Your wings are tucked under your cape, staring at him with cold eyes and with your hat nowhere to be found. It’s probably with Tommy. Speaking of Tommy, older brother hunch only tells him one thing in the absence of your hat: your feelings.
He knows how much you love Tommy and he knows you are aware of what he did to his little brother.
“Looks like someone has their-”
“I’m not here to banter.” You glared at him.
“Here comes the overprotective (Y/N), come to protect-”
”Wilbur Minecraft!” Your voice echoes into the darkness of the night.
Pogtopia remains asleep. Everyone is too busy enjoying the comforts of their homes before beginning a siege to reclaim L’manburg under Schlatt’s reign. After receiving Tommy’s letter, you met up with Techno to gather your brother and together find out what is happening to Dream SMP. Slapping the back of Wilbur’s and Techno’s heads for their behaviors and the antics that had led them to where they were before this moment.
“Are you seriously gonna manipulate Tommy into joining war a-”
“Stop babying him! I know what I am doing. I don’t need you to tell me of my wrongdoings-”
“This isn’t about Tommy.”
“Yes, I know that it isn't Tommy but to bring my L’Manburg back from that bastard Schlatt!!” Wilbur stepped towards you with his eyes that looked tired yet now it was filled with madness.
Stop worrying about Tommy and worry about me.
“So stop babying him! Tommy isn't a little kid anyone” Wilbur yelled at you.
You did not expect your brother to suddenly shout at you when you just want to know what lost his mind to suddenly be Dream’s vassal and also say such things to Tommy.
You are just worrying as a sister.
Did I do something wrong?
“I’m not babying him!?” You told him back, “I’m legit worried-”
“STOP WORRYING ABOUT US WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT L’MANBURG?! WHY DID YOU EVEN AGREE TO JOIN WHEN YOU COULD STAY IN THAT SERVER OF PEOPLE WHO TAUGHT YOU TO BUILD SHIT!!” Your eyes widened at Wilbur's exclamation as he started panting from all the shouting he gave you.
This was the first time you saw him this angry and suddenly he didn't want you to be here and only wanted Techno?
That stings.
But what you guys didn't realize was that someone was watching you guys with one of your chat perches on their shoulder that looked sad and started whispering to that person who was waiting for the moment to step in. Another person beside them started shaking in anger seeing the scene
“We only wanted Technoblade '' He cruelly stated to you before turning around. “If you are not here to help then leave”
“Wil-”
“I don't need a sister who still keeps trying to repair our family. I need someone to help me get back L'Manburg”
“…”
He started walking away and then rapid footsteps behind him followed but he didn't turn around only when he felt his shoulder pulling him and was forced to turn around he felt his face in pain.
You gasped seeing a familiar person who beated you from slapping Wilbur to punching him.
It was Tommy.
He punched Wilbur.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT WILBUR?!”
The brunette staggered back in surprise that he was not punched by you instead he was punched by his little brother Tommy.
“YOU SAID WE BRING REINFORCEMENTS AND THAT'S BIG (First name initial) AND THE BLADE!?” The blond teen yelled at him in anger, “AND NOW YOU DON'T WANT HER IN POGTOPIA?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
You held Tommy back as you could hear the chat chanting ‘Fight, Fight, Fight, Fight’ or hell even the voices in your head started chanting for blood and cheering for Tommy to ‘fuck up Wilbur’
You seriously didn't expect Tommy to be awake and thought he was sleeping.
Dammit, maybe you should have shouted…
“Tommy calm down” You try to tell the blond teen who struggled against your grip.
“I WILL NOT CALM DOWN NOT UNTIL THAT BASTARD APOLOGIZES TO YOU!!”
Tommy kept spewing profanities to Wilbur who held his cheek and another person decided to step in.
“You guys seriously are still up at this hour?”
You blinked and turned around and saw a tired Technoblade eating his baked potatoes that he made from staying up in his potato farming. He didn't have his mask on as you could see his face with his bright blood-tired red eyes, a scar on his bottom lip, and pink hair that was tied into a ponytail with his crown still on him.
Don't tell me he was up and saw this happen the whole time?!
“Techno you still up farming at this hour again?” You asked, “Didn't we tell you to sleep instead of farming potatoes? We got enough potatoes for all of us to survive”
“Can't blame me after I just finished doing a potato farming tournament” Technoblade said, making you snort recalling that hilarious potato war tournament.
“I thought you were over that” You looked at him with a deadpan expression.
The Pigling hybrid shrugged before looking at Wilbur who still didn't move but still held his bruised cheek.
“You should go and rest Wilbur,” Techno said, “Lashing out on (Y/n) will hurt both of you”
“…”
The brunette didn't say anything but turned around and went to the area where he would sleep ignoring Tommy yelling at him but then the blond teen was held back by you. Techno on the other hand awkwardly comforted you by patting your head and rubbing your back slowly as you try to calm Tommy down.
Although Wilbur was walking away from his family he still heard your last words of what he said before he was farther away from them.
“Did I lose my second brother Techno? Am I a bad sister?”
A part of Wilbur hissed at him in anger for yelling at his sister but he ignored it.
All he wanted was to get L'Manburg back.
And then he will apologize soon to her after all this mess.
In the end, he never did and forced his own Father to kill him and fell to his death while he lay cold in his sister's arms who screamed and cried about his death.
“God I need something to take my mind off those depressing shit…”
Wilbur then decided to play a familiar song that was forever something he will bring with him until the end.
A song he created about his wonderful nation.
🎶 ~Well, I've heard there was a special place,
where men could go and emancipate
the brutality and the tyranny of their rulers.
Well, this place is real, we needn't fret,
with Fundy, Tommy, Tubbo, and fuck Eret,
It's a very big and not blown-up L'Manberg.
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg
My L'Manberg~ 🎶
He sighed as he finished his short song. He was about to tuck away his guitar and about to get on the train again when-
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
“Wow! That's a good song you sang mister! !”
Wilbur froze along feeling his breath hitch, hearing another unknown voice that he didn’t recognize and he thought he was the only one on the Jubilee line train. He whipped around and saw a boy who looked like he would be around Tommy’s age when he last saw him being killed by Phil dying and finding himself alone in his limbo. But now seeing someone who he didn't recognize made his whole world freeze.
The boy is a slim yet well-built young man who is often covered in scars due to his various misadventures. He has pale ash-grey hair, light tan skin, and bright green eyes with his goggles on his head. He has a prominent scar on his left shoulder and seems to be perpetually injured. A cuffed navy shorts and a sleeveless cream-colored jacket with blue and gold details, a leather belt, a bag that looked like a...red glowing keychain attached to it??? with gloves, and a yellow bandanna tied around his right arm.
The way the boy looked at him reminded him of his energetic little brother Tommy.
“Man I didn’t expect to find someone in this limbo,” The boy said while rubbing his head sheepishly.
“Lady Kristin said no one would be here but I didn't expect to find you here mister!”
Kristin?
A familiar woman that had the same hair as him with a smile that his sister had flashed in his mind.
‘But that can't be?! Mom died’ Wilbur thought knowing he last saw his mother when he was young.
“H-Hello” The brunette greeted the boy with a slight crack and shutter on his voice.
“W-Who-uh-I-um-”
He continued to shutter and was speechless with relief and confusion that he wasn't alone anymore in his Jubilee limbo after seeing this strange kid. Who looked at him in confusion.
“Hey-”
“Bennett there you are!”
Wilbur flinched when he saw two more people running towards the boy named Bennett. The first person had dark, indigo-black hair cut in a bob-like fashion at the front with thick bangs swept to one side by a golden hair clip with a paw motif, the rest braided in a looped bow-like updo at the back of her head resembling panda ears when viewed from the front, fastened with a small red ribbon. She has golden eyes, a pale complexion, and a perpetual smile on her face.
A brown and gold leotard with red ribbons in the front and back, the back being larger and holding a bell. She wears a gold belt, that holds the strange glowing item that was similar to Bennett. Additionally, the girl wears brown fingerless gloves and boots, as well as a braided red ribbon around her left thigh and right arm and adhesive bandages crossed in an ‘X’ on her right knee. Beside her was a moving animal that looked like a panda but in a different color.
The second person is a boy with long, spiky grey hair; bright red eyes; and pale skin. Another strange item looked similar to the two teens except it was purple. He has several scars on his body, including one on his left cheek and several on his arms which raised several questions to the brunette yet he can’t ask especially since he realized has now seen three people in the limbo.
Only he also realized both of these people are the same age as Tommy and was now wondering what caused these teens to be in his limbo?
He dreaded imagining if Tommy gets into his limbo.
“Oh! Hey Xiangling, Razor, and Guoba” Bennett greeted his companions.
“Lady Kristin has been worried sick that she wasn’t able to see you!” Xiangling said.
Guoba looked behind Xiangling and saw a flabbergasted Wilbur before walking towards him with interest. The fact this man looks very similar to a certain winged creator he met before he and Xiangling met their end along with several others for trying to help or side with the true creator that was deemed as an imposter under the word of the true or rather false creator.
“Lupical’s mother told Razor and XiangLing to look for you,” Razor said.
Bennett chuckled as he placed his hand behind his head sheepishly, “Hehe sorry…”
“Um…”
The three turned around to look at Wilbur who was looking at them confused but also petting Guoba who looked very happy being petted. The fact he has no idea who these teens are and them mentioning his mother's name caused a lot more questions that the brunette didn't know, especially because he thought he was the only trap in this Jubilee Limbo Train for years.
“Woah?!” XiangLing leaned back in shock that she didn't realize Wilbur was there the whole time however she was confused why this man looked like you.
Razor sniffed and looked at Wilbur, “You smell…Lupical? No, your scent…is similar to Lupical”
“Wait! Are you Wilbur soot?” XiangLing said after she just remembered you saying that you have two twin brothers one being full human just like her little brother while the other is a hybrid like you except your other twin brother is a Piglin hybrid.
Wilbur’s eyes widened on hearing his name out from the female teen, “Y-You know me?”
“So you are him!” Bennett smiled as he quickly walked up to Wilbur, “My name's Bennett and these people who are looking for me are Razor and XiangLing!”
“Nice to meet you!” XiangLing waved.
“Hello” Razor greeted.
“N-Nice to meet you…” Wilbur said before asking them, “How d-do you know me?”
“Oh wow! Big sister (Y/n) talked about her family a lot when we first met her! She also mentioned that she lost a brother who died from destroying their own nation they build” Bennett explained only to find the brunette flinching at hearing the explanation.
“Y-You knows my sister,” Wilbur said.
The last time he saw you was when L'Manburg was destroyed and he doesn't recall you talking to these teens before. Just as he was about to ask them he was stopped by a-
“There you are!”
A voice shouted at them as all of them turned to the left and saw a portal with a person who seemed to be a child was the one who shouted at them. The child was a girl and wore an outfit that Wilbur doesn’t even recognize other than it looked like a raccoon outfit.
“Miss Kristin has been looking for you!” She said, “She was tempted to bring our her own crows to look for you guys!”
“Whoops! Guess the search for Bennett took longer then we expected” Xiangling sheepishly rubbed the back of her head.
“Sorry…” Bennett apologized and looked down.
“It’s fine! We were just worried for you remember” Xiangling informed him.
“Let’s go,” Razor said before he ran to the portal with Xiangling who nodded, and Guoba as well.
Bennett was about to leave when he saw the look of sadness from Wilbur before grabbing the brunette’s hand startling Wilbur who looked at him in confusion.
“Come with us!” Bennett said, “Miss Kristin will be happy to meet you again and you won't be alone in this strange place anymore!”
Those words made Wilbur speechless who glanced behind him to see the train driving away from him and finally made his decision. He grabbed his guitar case and let a happy Bennett drag him to the portal. The two of them walked to the portal and once they did the portal disappeared like it was never there as the train stopped to get more black silhouette figures inside and out. It then drove away and what was left of Wilbur in the Jubliee line train is no more.
Elsewhere a certain green god felt a disturbance of the limbo where Wilbur is currently before deciding to check it later and help George with his building.
Wilbur watched Bennett run to his friends as he stood still watching them. There were more Adults, teens, and children here in this strange place that resembled the underworld that his brother Techno talked about in his books despite it being supposed to be a myth where it belong to the Goddess of Death Wilbur knew he is in the underworld, especially he sees souls flying around, spirits walking or floating by but what also stood different in the underworld was the flowers that he swore it was his mother’s favorite. He wasn’t the type to assume things easily knowing he last saw his mother back when he was still young and there was no way his mother is in the underworld.
Especially he doesn’t believe his there is a chance his own mother could be this so called Goddess of death…
“Geez Bennett…I can’t believe you disappear in one of Lady Kristin’s portals” One of the teens asked Bennett who just chuckled.
“But where were you, Bennett?” One of the adults asked him, “Lady Kristin is getting her tea for all of us and some other drinks as well after we told her we found you”
“Oh yeah!” Bennett started grinning as he then ran to Wilbur who walked backward once he saw everyone’s attention on him.
“Uh-”
“I found Big sister (Y/n)’s brother!” The ash-grey-haired teen declared, “He was playing music on some kind of platform with a moving vehicle that brings people in and out”
Just like that Wilbur felt himself sweating at the attention and gasping around everyone. Whispers and conversations went from one person to another as everyone looked at the brunette that was shifting from side to side in confusion. He looked at Bennett who smiled at him which Wilbur gave it back with it being a small smile compared to the boy's smile. It was then Wilbur did everyone stop talking as he then heard footsteps behind him and was about to turn around when-
“Wilbur?”
He froze.
A voice he thought he wouldn’t hear again anymore.
The same voice he would never hear from his mother who had died when he was young.
“Wilbur”
He looked at his mother as he passed his new baby brother in his arms while his sister stared at him like a hawk.
“Meet your baby brother” Kristin smiled at him despite looking tired.
“Don’t drop him dumbass…” He heard his sister’s mutter making his eyes roll as he heard you yelp in pain.
“Language Dear” Kristin scolded and he could hear you huffing before muttering ‘sorry’ and then went back to watch Wilbur like a hawk.
No…
“Miss Kristin!” Bennett exclaimed and everyone began greeting the person behind him.
“Oh Lady Death is back!”
“Mumza!”
“Welcome back Lady Kristin!”
It can’t be-
“Is that you my son?” The voice behind Wilbur asked.
The brunette turned around and at that moment he had never in his whole life felt his body going ridged and tired as he felt a lump on his throat and heart clenching at the sight of a familiar woman he had thought he would never see again.
In front of him was a woman with long brown hair that is the same shade of brown as his hair, brown warm eyes that are filled with love that he always remember seeing her with back when he was young but her eyes were covered by a black veil that was from the hat that resembled like his sister’s hat except the woman’s hat had flowers in the hat. She wore beautiful black long dress with her nails polished in black and black shoes to finish it. He also noticed the woman also had black makeup on her despite the veil covering it.
How does he know this woman?
Of course he knows this woman…
After all this is-
“M-mom…” Wilbur spoke with his voice sounding cracked and hoarse like he hadn’t drank or eaten any food.
His mother.
Kristin started smiling and passed the tray of drinks to a boy with an odd dark blue haircut before opening her arms like a hug at Wilbur who looked like he wanted to collapse.
“You have grown my son”
That made the brunette drop his guitar case and run towards the arms of his own mother who then caught him with her hat falling over and she hugged one of her sons whom she never thought she would meet again. Yet here she is hugging her second oldest son who started shaking as she could feel the wetness of her shoulder which she didn’t mind and started rubbing Wilbur’s back.
“I’m happy to see you, Wilbur,” She said with love.
The scene of them hugging flashed to Kristin who was still a human and was hugging a crying Wilbur and (Y/n) as baby Tommy slept soundly not aware of what has happened to his mother.
Wilbur couldn’t stop crying and kept hugging his mother.
For once he felt like a kid again.
He felt like he was back home.
Where he didn’t create a nation and just home in his mother’s arms and his family being together and not broken.
His mother cooed and rubbed his back as everyone looked at them in happiness while some also cried. Others were confused while some are happy to see the reunion.
“I-I…I m-miss you..!” Wilbur sniffed as he felt more tears coming down his eyes as his mother comforted him.
“I miss you too baby” She replied with a warm voice that he always heard as a child.
“Wilbur” Kristin looked at her son who was crying.
She cradled her son’s cheek as Wilbur looked at her with tears stained on his dirty yet bruised face that he got from sparring with Techno.
“Why are you crying?” She asked with a worried look and a small smile.
It took minutes before the mother and son finished their hug and Wilbur began to ask his mother something.
“H-How are y-you here?” He asked.
Kristin cradle her son’s cheek and look at the people behind them as adults carefully bring the teens and children away from the duo for privacy she then looked at her son who held her hand with his one rough hand.
“Let me show you something,” She said.
Wilbur let his mother take him somewhere that no soul or spirit knows but only Kristin knows where she is taking her son.
The room that Wilbur stood in is full of darkness except there was a table that had two candles, a Chandelier above, and flowers that are the favorite of his mother but what caught his attention was there are four mirrors and one cracked mirror in the darkroom as Kristin who suddenly summoned tea on the table where she as she told her son to sit down which he did.
“W-What is this room,” Wilbur asked unsurely this strange dark room his mother brought him to.
“A room where I would stay and watch over as the Goddess of Death except this room is only for our family”
“What?”
Kristin merely smiled at the still confusion on her son’s face before standing up and beckoning Wilbur to look at them, “See for yourself son”
Wilbur did before looking at that one cracked mirror which his mother shook her head and decided not to ask about it as he then felt himself froze when he saw what was in the mirrors.
The First mirror showed Philza petting some dogs and feeding them.
The second mirror showed Techno farming the potatoes that looked like it was built by their sister considering they looked very unique.
The third mirror made Wilbur have a lump on his throat seeing his baby brother Tommy arguing with Tubbo about something and beside Tubbo was a tall man who was taller than Philza almost like an endermen except with a suit and a crown looking very done with the two best friends arguing.
The fourth mirror.
“You are seriously one obsessed Redstone junky Rubedo”
“At least I’m doing something other than paperwork”
“Fuck you bastard”
“Language dear~”
“...Did you just-”
Wilbur felt tears falling in his eyes as he then placed his hand on the mirror watching the fourth mirror that shows his sister arguing with a young man with bright teal eyes with three dots in his iris and pale skin. He has ashy light brown hair that was tied in a ponytail as his expression held a teasing look and a smirk that made you look pissed at him as the brunette could see your wings ruffled in annoyance.
“(Y/n)...”
Kristin saw her son crying and went towards him with another hug as Wilbur despite his crying and looking sad he looked relieved and happy seeing you and his family doing well, especially Tommy and you.
Silence filled the room other than Wilbur’s sobs and Kristin’s low humming.
Rubedo blinked when he noticed something on your face.
“(Y/n)...” He said making you stare at him, “Your…crying?”
“Huh?”
He was right as you then felt tears falling on your cheeks as you then placed your hand on your right cheek feeling more tears falling down.
“W-What??”
“...”
Rubedo didn’t say anything as he watched you try to wipe the tears away but they kept coming.
“W-Why am I..?”
The chat was silent as they do not know what is happening to you however they are respectful of your situation. Rubedo walked to the left side of your desk and began hugging you to which you let him as you try to wipe the tears away.
But why are you starting to sob and why is your heart feeling pain?
Philza and Techno felt their own tears as well however Techno removed his mask and looked at the nearby mirror from the barn his sister made for him and saw the tears while Philza just stared at his tears in confusion ignoring his chat going silent or making fun of him crying.
Wilbur cried and cried as he hugged his mother as he clutched her like she thought he was gonna disappear yet Kristin didn’t and continued hugging her son who couldn’t stop crying.
Where phil lost 4 year old tommy in the woods and like
He comes back every anniversary after not finding him. Now he's hitting his thousands. Its been decades upon decades not seeing his very MORTAL son
Once a town settles hes alerted
That they found a missing boy. He has no hope. They havent found tommy let alone a body. But once he goes and checks there he is
The small 4 year old scrapes on his knees. Skinny and dirty but just the same as he had lost him eons ago.
There was his missing son. By some miracle kept young and ALIVE.
He goes and talks to Tommy, but Tommy cant see him. He can touch him feel him hug him but Tommy's eyes are far and distant. Faded and Phil cant see himself in those eyes.
And then everything goes cold. The town goes quiet and wildlife stops.
The Spirit of the Forest and the Wilderness appear before him. Two twin teens. Thats when Tommy begins to move again "Wilbur! Techno!"
And then he turns to phil. "Dad?"
Phil cries, hes never wept so hard before as he hugs Tommy so hard.
"Oh Toms. Im so so sorry, i left you behind"
Tommy only hugs him. But looks past him to the twins and cries.
"Dad. I have to go"
"Go? No no no you cant go. Where are you going?"
"Away. I dont want to go. But i have to dad"
Phil turns to look at the twins. They havent said anything but extended their hands to Tommy. Completely ignoring Phil.
One covered in animal hide. Blood painted over his chest in some symbols he doesn't know the meaning of, a boar skull over his head.
The other same build same hair however in green robes. A orange veil the same color of Autumn. His feet covered in mud. Both with striking white eyes. Both ignoring Phil.
Phil doesnt understand. In his core he understands that they have taken care of Tommy. That they kept him alive. But he begs "please don't take tommy from me, please"
But they say nothing. They continue to look past him arms stretch for tommy
"Dad i must go. Our forest can't last without us"
"But tommy your my son" Phil begs "im suppose to watch you grow. To go to school to cry, to move out to get married. You dont belong to the forest your Tommy and im your father"
Tommy cries he doesnt want to leave. He doesnt remember much at all about before. But he remembers Phil
The warms hugs he would get. The reassurance that nothing would hurt him. Pancakes in the morning and a kiss goodnight. The warmth of a father.
But he knew now that as much as he wanted to. He couldnt have that. He was happy still. Sad maybe somber. But this was no longer his home. "Im sorry"
Phil doesn't understand he wants to be furious. He doesnt know to what. Turning to the twins he walks over.
Making contact as he sees a vision.
A woman young but frightened her hair dark, she looks like night itself as shes crying and calling out to the forest.
And as she fades he sees them. Holding hands as they rest on a stump. The earth recalling them to the soil.
They are gone
And it all makes sense. As he crumbles onto the floor sobbing as that woman did too. THEY cant come back. They are dead. Tommy CAN'T come back.
For Tommy's been gone for a long time.
What ever happened what ever they did they been taking care of him. Keeping him alive by some force that he cannot explain. And he hugs them thanks them because he understands.
"Dad?"
"See my face wet with tears" Phil holds Tommy's small hands as he looks at the shaken boy"
"They're running down my cheeks" Phil feels his son wipe them away. He's so real. He can feel him but hes cold. Frozen in time.
"Dont cry!"
"Promise me that you'll be safe. I am immortal and ill be here for when ever i can find you again, dearest son"
Tommy sobs. Taking in handfuls of Phil's coat into his tiny hands, sobbing into his chest.
"Promise me a sign your okay and that your alive "
Tommy nods. Still crying as he looks at his father
"When the first fawn of spring comes to you i will be saying hi. When the forest speaks it is i who is the happiest, And i will sing like april showers, till my final hour"
Phil smiles kissing his face as this will probably be the last time he sees Tommy.
Watches him go as he holds the twins hands. Finally bringing back the life of the earth.
Youth and rebirth are parts of the wilderness and now they cannot live without the other.
Tommy looks one last time. A small flash of where tommy lays is seen by phil as he watches.
Tommy is happy. Tommy is safe.
The upcoming anniversary phil finally finds the remains. A boar skull. A mushroom are surrounded by tiny little golden flowers as in the middle there lays a spring flower in the dead of winter.
He lays flowers on them all the time.
This time however accompanied by lady of the night. Death itself. As both parents grieve. For they can no longer hold their children. But smile as they hear the distant laughter and giggles of kids. Of the forest spirits. Phil tips his hat a bit to cover his tears
